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My Fingers are wrought from Flesh and Vein,

Electrical Circuitry sent from the Brain,

Blood and Iron, sent from the Heart,

Hemoglobin is almost always a start,

Yet here I am, and here I type,

And I don't think this chemical make-up is right.

My thoughts are silly, and my thoughts are stupid,

but That doesn't make them not Lucid,

Sad and dim and poorly understood...

I don't think I never dun' did no good.

My Fingers are wrought from Flesh and Vein, Electrical Circuitry sent from the Brain, Blood and Iron, sent from the Heart, Hemoglobin is almost always a start, Yet here I am, and here I type, And I don't think this chemical make-up is right. My thoughts are silly, and my thoughts are stupid, but That doesn't make them not Lucid, Sad and dim and poorly understood... I don't think I never dun' did no good.

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Bix Nood Mufugga

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If you don't have anything nice to say, throw the fried chicken in the cashiers face and dare that muthafucka to call the cops.

[–] [deleted] • 2 pts

If you don't have anything nice to say, throw the fried chicken in the cashiers face and dare that muthafucka to call the cops.

Excellent advice.